Page 4 of My Blood Is Yours

“—but sometimes end in another, more modest but still beautiful home.”

“Well, well, well. You’ve really moved up in the world, haven’t yeh?”

My throat works around a lump of guilt. Even though I’d only been twelve or thirteen, when my mother and I had managed to escape the streets thanks to becoming a housemaid,I’d always felt mildly ashamed at leaving everyone I’d grown up with behind to continue living in squalor. Magda smirks at me as if the sentiment is tattooed on my face though there’s no resentment in it, and I’m relieved when she changes the subject.

“Any particular aspects that catch your eye about these places?”

“Just that the decor seems…odd.”

She quirks a brow. “Odd in what way?”

“Nothing like I’ve ever seen here. It doesn’t seem entirely earthly.”

Blowing out a plume of smoke, she waits for me to continue.

“Go on.”

“And we just talk and get to know one another for a while, though I can never quite remember about what, but I do recall he is very tactile.”

Magda’s brow arches. “Define tactile.”

“There’s lots of kissing, nipping, grazing, holding, petting, caressing—all thethings.As a preface to our love-making.”

Magda rolls her eyes as if she’s thoroughly disappointed.

“Jaysus,don’t tell me he’s like that polished turd, Mr Darcy, from Whatsherface’s novel.”

My gasp is slightly more dramatic than I’d intended as I clutch my non-existent pearls. “IlovedPride and Prejudice.”

Magda scoffs. “ ‘Course ya did. You’ve yet to have a propermanfuck yew til yer seein’ stars.Thenyou’ll be sayin’ Darcy fuckin’ who?! Anyway, back to yer man with the horns. He gotta big cock on ‘im?”

My head tips back with laughter. “Nearly the size of my forearm and has a…”

I gesture a little helplessly unsure of how to describe it.

“It has abulgeat the end of it.”

Magda gives me a confused look. “Which end? The cockhead end or the base end?”

More laughter bubbles out of me at the ridiculous image.

“At the base end… And it has these glowing markings on it.”

Magda’s brows shoot skyward. “Glowing markings?! Like a magical tattoo er sumthin?”

I nod, chewing my cheek with giddiness. I’ve never gotten a chance to speak withanyoneabout this before and it’s thoroughly exhilarating.

Lady Magda shakes her head as if in awe. “I’d pay good money to see a magical cock like that.”

My cackle would make any witch proud. “Maybe I’ll paint you a picture of it one day.”

Her face lights up so bright you’d think I’d have handed her a brick of gold as she barks another raspy laugh. “Girl, I’ll love ya ferever if ya do.”

Magda laughs her delight as her feet stomp a little excited jig from where she sits. “And the rest?”

I lean forward, speaking in a hushed tone. “Well, there’s always lots of foreplay, and he makes me achieve orgasm at least a few times before he finally joins me. And then there’s… well…lots of fluid.”

“Fluid as in his semen or d’yamean like some kinda magical potion?”

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